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sat on the floor at the feet of their Masters. A couple had
leashes attached to their collars. Nia noticed one Dom in particular who had
most of the leash wrapped around his free hand, keeping his sub’s upper body
close to his crotch. His other hand held a drink that he sipped on while his
sub stroked his exposed cock.
    Two
men sat side by side on a couch, conversing quietly. A woman lay across both
their laps, eyes closed, while one man fondled her breasts and the other played
with her pussy beneath her skirt. Nia wondered idly if she belonged to both or
if her Dom was just in a sharing mood tonight.
    Tanner
obviously had perks in the place because he commandeered a love seat against
one wall, the occupants simply smiling as they moved away without question.
    “Sit,”
he ordered the two women. “Hands folded. Legs apart.” He looked at Nia and a tiny smile hitched up one corner of his mouth. “For the
moment consider me your temporary Dom.” He leaned down and winked. “I’d hate
for anyone to think I’d brought a sub who didn’t obey orders.”
    Nia
swallowed a grin, moved her knees apart, and folded her hands demurely in her
lap.
    “Very good. I need to speak to Reulas. In the meantime I’ll have
someone bring you cold drinks.”
    Nia
knew that like many well-run private dungeons Club Fantasy did not serve
alcoholic beverages. Kelly had explained that at one time they had discussed
permitting people to drink if they weren’t going to play, but then vetoed it
because people could change their minds. Reulas, the owner, had a hard and fast
rule about it. He wanted his members and guests to be aware at all times of
their choices. But Nia didn’t mind. The club she and Kelly had belonged to in
Dallas—the one where she was still a member— had the same rule.
    She
wondered where the Dom Tanner had told her about was and how soon she’d get to
meet this man he’d arranged for her to play with tonight.
    “You
can trust Tanner’s judgment,” Kelly teased. “Really. He wouldn’t set you up with a Dom who would turn you off.”
    She
knew he also was into the new card game Tanner had introduced to Club Fantasy,
the one that had first paired Kelly and Tanner together. Without actually going
into details, Kelly had told her with a secretive smile that it was an easy way
for each person to let the other know his or her preferences, as well as the
things they did not feel comfortable with right from the start of the play
session.
    A
pair of legs clad in grey slacks came into her field of vision and she looked
up to see a waiter holding a tray with two glasses.
    “Master
Tanner ordered sparkling water for you.” He dipped his head then placed a glass
in her hand and in Kelly’s. “I’m sure Master Tanner will let me know if you
need a refill.”
    Nia
sipped at her drink, letting the bubbles explode on her tongue, mingling with
the bubbles of excitement fizzing through her bloodstream. She was playing a
game with herself, trying to imagine what the mysterious stranger looked like,
when in her peripheral vision she caught people moving their way. She
recognized Tanner’s boots right away.
    “Time for introductions. You may look up. Both of you.”
    Nia
lifted her gaze and her breath caught in her throat. Every nerve in her body
snapped and her heart actually stuttered. Good lord! This man was a lethal
weapon even before he uttered a word. Something deep inside her began to unfold
and excitement jittered through her nerve endings.
    The
man was taller than Tanner and more muscular. He was dressed all in
black—precisely tailored slacks and a shirt she was sure was silk. His hair was
an even inkier black than Tanner’s, but shorter, and layered in an obviously
expensive razor cut. His hooded eyes were framed with lashes that were
ridiculously thick, enough to make a woman green with envy. She wondered if
there was a factory around here that turned Dom’s out this way and had to
swallow a giggle or she’d